A/N: It's my first fanfic/one shot! It didn't turn out as I expected but I hope you like it. :)

Careers. Careers don't have emotions. Careers don't care about anybody. Careers are born to kill. They don't feel anything. They don't know what love is. At least they're supposed to. I tried denying it for so long but it was obvious. I was a "broken" career.

That night before the feast, I had finally managed to admit the truth to myself. Every time I saw him, touched him, hugged him, there was a feeling in my stomach. I couldn't figure it at first, but that night it hit me. I was in love with Cato. How could I let this happen? I shouldn't love anybody. But it was too late.

I decided not to tell him. Never. I was still a career. I might be in love, but I wasn't weak.

I was wrong.

"Cato!" I screamed with all my strength. I had fallen on ground, but I could see his bloody blond hair flying through the air. He was running. He seemed like he was forcing himself to run faster, to me. Why would he do that? I know, we were from the same district and we practically were together every day before the games but… He was a career. And careers don't run for other tributes.

With the pain in my skull and the confusion of all these thoughts, I had lost my sight. I wasn't able to see anything until somebody grabbed me and started to beg. Beg me to stay. Stay with him.

It was Cato. For a moment I could see him still holding his spear in hand. And I was his face, he looked sad. Careers supposed to be look emotionless. But he looked sad. I didn't know what to think about this, like I had the strength for that. But I heard these words:

"Clover, can you hear me?" I couldn't answer, even though I heard him. He continued "Please, please don't leave me. I should've been the one to come here; I should've the one dying. I had promised to do anything, anything to protect you but I didn't! You're dying in front of me and there is nothing I can do!"

Then he started to cry, silently. I literally felt that one tear dropped on my cheek. I tried to say something, but his words stopped me. "I'm in love with you, Clover! I had always been! And I'M losing you now, before I could even have you."

I didn't expect that.

I knew he thought I couldn't hear him. But I was about to lose my self-control and I knew I was going to be dead in a minute or two. It was "now or never." So, the words came out of my mouth.

"I love you too, Cato."

And everything went black.